Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Together (Buck-Wild Remix)

One-two-one-two it on
Listen to the because we kick it until dawn
Listen to the abstract got it on
Listen to the ladies come on and let me
All your eggs then you you go up the
Listen to the abstract freaky nigga
I'm ad rock and I shock and I and I tock
And I can't with the body rock
See I've got heart like Starks
mad sparks
me the mic
And I'll be the whole park
I'm the m to the see to the a and a must
The rhymes that we bust on the on lust
And my moms is not butt, but it
Let me get down to the
Yes I'm getting funky and I'm shooting all my
Like John Holmes, the x-rated
Listen to the shit 'cause I'm the ill
Nobody's getting any bigger this

Ad rock with the ione
Listen to the shit both of them is boney
Got to do it like this chachi and joanie
Because she's the and I'm the macaroni
So why all the and why all the fuss
Because I ain't got no
Yea, you know I'm silly
I've got a grandma and a grandma tilly
Grand royalprez and I'm a member
Born on the cusp in the month of
I do the patty in case you don't remember
Well, I freak a funky beat like the shit was in a
Well, I'm long gone is born
Don't need a mother fucking fool telling me from wrong
I don't I'm slick nor do I play like I'm hard
But I drive the lane like I was evan bernhard
And working on my game because life is taxing
Got to get it and see what's happening

I go one two like my was biz mark
But I had to do the shit let me embark
On the lyric and the and the verb
Let's kick the off 'cause yo, I'm not the herb
Well, it's not the herb but the spice with the flavor to
Tho moog with the funk for your
While we're on that topic, yes I like to
it comes to boning I'm representing
Spacing, zoning, on the phone and
My brain is roaming and I know where it's going
Talking of shit a little tweaking on the weekend
I've got to get him by the reigns because I know that I'm
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a
And I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, you on the mic for
Because I had to talk about the times I rhyme
And m.c.s come in my face, I'm like mace
Because I back them off the quills
'cause I tell you, nigga 'cause I'll keep you under prills
Resting on nine one one sixteenth ave off the boulevard

I'm from m.c.a.'s from brooklyn
Yea, m.c.a., your be cooking
Praying mantis on the court and I can't be
So, yo tip, what's up with the boot on your
I've got the timbos on the toes and is how it goes
Oh one two, oh my god
One two, oh my god, I've got shit
got the kung fu grip behind my green trap kit
Never ever ever crack
Never ever ever fucking
I eat the pineapple now & laters
Listen to me now, don't listen to me
Fuck it 'cause I know I didn't it fuckin' rhyme for real
But, yo technically I'm as as steel
Gonna get it together, watch it, get it together ma bell
I'm like ma bell, I've got the ill

Ma bell, got the ill
Ma bell, got the ill
Ma bell, got the ill
Ma
it on and on